“Aye, that would help things along. You’d be well met to take along a Disruptor or two just in case your sedative doesn’t work.”
Jack protested that his plan couldn’t fail, but Mr. Mowen waited until he had left to gather up the syringes to press his Disruptor on me.
“Give it to your man. Just in case.”
I took it with a murmur of thanks. “You’re not at all surprised by any of this, are you?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Not by Jack being here, or the need to rescue his sister, or my decision to do so.”
“Not really, no,” he said with a slow smile.
“I fear you must be disappointed in how things turned out, that I will never be the captain of whom you had such high hopes.”
He shook his head. “On the contrary—it would have been my pleasure to serve under a captain who thought more of others
